, 1887-03-24

Charley. All to no good. He family TUX
to his bed Ant fused over him night
n day. She'd no time now fur argy-
ments. You'd a thought there's nothin
in the hull world but tibet there sick man.
She never looked at the papers. No
stree. She hadn't the 'sponsibility of
railin' at the wrongs in the world now.
Did ye ever notice them kind O. folks?
Let a little adversely come, a n whoop!
the world may go to destruction fur all
they mind. An afore ye'd s'posed
nothin'd s~traighten things 'cep' their
Vaughn tongues.
Charley didn't get no better. One
day Ant, in goin' down cellar for some
thin fur him, fell on the stairs, and
when she come to found herself on the
bottom IN her leg broke.
Twas hours fore any one come to the
house an both she an Charley was
mighty sick afterwards.
Folks proposed Fan should be sent for,
but Ant wouldn't hear of it. One help
arter mother was hired an the Ant began
to pick up a leetle. Charley was CROWN
wuss. The help all turned out miser'ble.
AT least Ant was forced to consent that
Fan should be arsked to come. Prob1y
Charley'd been willin' long before eff it
hedn't been fur his mother.
/ hated druf1y fur to lave Fan go, but
Lord! you should a seen the happinesso o
tibet woman when she was told as she was
wanted. Her eyes sparkled II she looked
for all the world as she did fore she was
married.
/ druv her over. l knew l shouldn't
hev seech a chance agin. She acterly
larfed on tho way, an said she knew she
could nuss Charley wal.
Ant met her, gruf as ever, but Charley
cried like a baby, an he said somethin'
low down to her, but I knew bout what
it was, jedgin' by her looks.
Was 1 glad she come back, do We ask?
WAL, sir, I orter hev, eff I was enythin' of
q mani
The way that woman nussed 'em!
Night AN day, day an night, up stairs
back; she grudged enthin' other folks
could do, an nothin' seemed to tire her.
But she couldn't aus Charley wal; no,
sir. N less than three months we looked
ev'ry day to hear he's gone, But no.
body could make Fan b'lieve the truth.
An when he did die, she jest went out of
her head fur awhile.
Ant got 80 as she could limp round,
but, bein' old, she couldn't be expected to
cooperate like young folks. She never
got the proper use of her leg agin. Course
she was feeble an a sort o. burden; an l
think tibet was what called Fan back to
herself.
She tux to waitin' on the old woman
with double care, an she seem to find
more happiness n tibet then n tendin'
arter Efie. She acterly seemed to live
n breathe in Ant, an when she wasn't
dom fur her seemed kinder lost. Ant
never got fully over her hate o. Fan till
then; but, seem what she was to the
poor woman, Ant quite broke down.
l happen to drop in once an see q sight
as I shan't never forgit. The old woman
he'd he'd a sort O. faintin' fit, an Fan was
tryin' to bring her to. She thought she
was dead, an the poor critters tears
streamed like a brook, an she was a
kissin' an huggin' her an cryin':
"Oh, don't del don't diel"
II don't b'ieve she'd ever burst to
kiss the old woman afore. That seemed
to revive Ant. She looked up, an
smilin' kind O. family. said:
Poor FAM Do you RELY sot by me
So? Poor gal |"
Then Fan said. kinder timid like, as
how she was glad she wasn't goin' to
leave her as Charley did. Ant seemed to
be thinkin'; then she drawed herself up
hard it come fur her to say it:
Fan, Two been orful e on ye; but,
please the Lord, I'll make up what I can
afore 1 die"
Then she drew Fans face down to
hern n kissed it. Poor FAM She larfed
n cried both to once; an I felt SO mean,
seein' her takin' on so, I skunk away.
The mex day, as 1 happen to know.
Ant called in a lawyer, an she made her
will. She owned her little place clear,
and he'd O few hundred dollars N the
bank. She willed all to her "dear an
honored darter Fan" Fan didn't know
of it then; but she was satisfied with
what the old woman had said. No two
people ever lived fur one another as them
two did. But Ant was failin', an at the
end o. a year she died.
Fan bore up poorly well. Folks said
twas cause she felt she had done her
dooty, but / know twas cause she had
won tibet old woman's love. Tell We
what, sir, it's love that does the business,
every time, n this warld. Mighty wal
as the will did fur her, it couldn't give
the satisfaction tibet did. Course the rest
of Ants fock-there was six or seven on
'em-tried to dispute the will, but twas
fixed up tight N couldn't be broke.
Nothin' like a g%ray-eyed woman fur
stickin' to them she's fond of! Never
married arter, do ye ask? Course notl
Who do We s'pose she'd a married.
A. NJ. Jannett in New York News,
Why Shoes are Thrown Mt Weddings.